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The Poetry Thread
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<blockquote data-quote="Blandscape" data-source="post: 698306" data-attributes="member: 1124"><p>When times irrelevance man once found,</p><p>By measuring it in its dreadful sound,</p><p>Of screams of a hate and projected despair,</p><p>When those men discovered they could not care.</p><p></p><p>They could not care what caring meant,</p><p>They could not care what sharing sent,</p><p>By phone and gmail they reminded us all,</p><p>That life was meaningless without its troll.</p><p></p><p>We cannot remember what we said,</p><p>Before the internet truly bled,</p><p>We cannot demand satisfaction,</p><p>If all we do is claim inaction.</p><p></p><p>We once dared to look at that burning sun,</p><p>And wonder why it never gave some,</p><p>Heat and warmth and life and hope,</p><p>That it would rise again within our scope.</p><p></p><p>A scope of life that we demand we earn,</p><p>A scope of strife we refuse to learn,</p><p>That sun will rise again my friend,</p><p>While caring more for the less that we comprehend.</p><p></p><p>It could not care what caring meant,</p><p>It could not care what sharing sent,</p><p>By phone or gmail it merely mutters,</p><p>That life is meaningless unless it suffers.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Blandscape, post: 698306, member: 1124"] When times irrelevance man once found, By measuring it in its dreadful sound, Of screams of a hate and projected despair, When those men discovered they could not care. They could not care what caring meant, They could not care what sharing sent, By phone and gmail they reminded us all, That life was meaningless without its troll. We cannot remember what we said, Before the internet truly bled, We cannot demand satisfaction, If all we do is claim inaction. We once dared to look at that burning sun, And wonder why it never gave some, Heat and warmth and life and hope, That it would rise again within our scope. A scope of life that we demand we earn, A scope of strife we refuse to learn, That sun will rise again my friend, While caring more for the less that we comprehend. It could not care what caring meant, It could not care what sharing sent, By phone or gmail it merely mutters, That life is meaningless unless it suffers. [/QUOTE]
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